Picking up from last time –
So, I did the 3rd song. There were chuckles here and there. There was a bit of a breath of a pause at the end. I got a weird feeling for a second. “Do they want more than a 3rd song? I actually brought the sex song that we cut just in case. I have it here with me! Think they want it?”
But come on, Aurora. How desperate or weird can you be? They gave you instructions for three songs. You followed. Also, your first song said right in it that you had a million songs. If they really wanted something else, they could’ve easily asked. (I mean, I guess it probably never hurts to ask them, and I could’ve tried to be cute and fun about it. But I didn’t feel it was necessary to ask if they wanted a fourth song…)
After the song, one of the panelists asked (seeming interested – which was good), “What does he text her? Do we just imagine it?” And I said, “Well, we’d find out in the musical” (which seemed to make people smile).
As Rick was collecting the lyrics, he asked, “So you won a car on The Price is Right?”
I don’t even remember which resumes or essays they have at this point, from this year or over the years (which is embarrassing to think about… some of the early embarrassing essays and resumes they must have, as I was trying to find the perfect line of desperation to hopefully be adorable and loved, and not sad or too terribly weird).
Anyway, I’m pretty sure that in trying to list everything I do that has anything to do with writing, I said I keep a daily blog. And I bullet-pointed the main things I’ve talked about on said blog – one being winning a car on The Price is Right.
So, Rick opened the question section with, “So, you won a car on The Price is Right?” I said yes. They asked how long ago. I said 2013. They said, “Oh, so you still have it?” Then I said I sold it because of the taxes, and a little conversation broke out among the panelists – with the people who seemed to know what’s up about game show taxes explaining it to the people who were surprised about it.
After that came the big question I knew was coming. “So tell us about your living situation. You don’t live here in New York…”
Dum dum duuuuum [*scary chords*]
And this is where I’ll pick up next time.
Met you in an LA uber car on my way to Santa Clarita… my first uber blind date! You were on your way to your new freelance gig and you amazed me with all your stories. I was in NY today and remembered your audition plans and had to find your blog. So now you’re killing me with suspense with pieces of the story; dying to hear how the story ends. Although I have a feeling it never really does end with you 🙂
Wishing you all the best.
Your uber friend and fan!
Hey Enrique! Thanks so much for the wonderful comment! I really appreciate it 🙂
(And spoiler alert: I’m totally in :-))